Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!
No, Billy!
Oh, ****! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]
Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu] [scared]
Stu. Help me, please.
Ooh!
[stops Sidney with gun]
Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Why are you doing this?
It's all part of a game, Sidney.
It's called "Guess how I'm gonna to die?"!
**** you!
No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.
It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!
You get it right, you die.
You're crazy, both of you.
Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
You'll never get away with this.
Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.
No!
Whoa! Where're you goin'?
Why? Why did you kill my mother?
Why? Why? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
No.
Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was **** my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly **** you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
